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Kyle stood in deep thought for a moment. He ooked around the area and then responded, "I think one's death is the mark of fulfillment of one's life. I think it comes when you have done enough good on this world that you don't need to reside on this peice of s**t rock." He smirked, "That you finally can go to someplace where you can realx...and JUST relax." He gave a look like that was the end of his answer but he added something, "BUT! But the real question is do you think the timing of one's death is his or her destiny? Do you even believe in destiny? I've been waiting to get a second opinion on this for a while."

Seamus admired the Blades that Fina carried. He'd heard that Japanese swords were works of art, but these really were fine blades. Hearing her views on destiny started Seamus thinking, he'd never relly thought about it, but now that he did...
'I don't believe in it. My family weren't soldiers by trade. My Grandfather had been drafted, my father was a metal worker. In all the time my family has been on this earth, we've tried to avoid being soldiers. Except me. I chose to join the armed forces. If my family had a destiny on it, then wouldn't I have also avoided fighting?' He looked over at his rifle. The wood stock and metal action, darkened by age. He thought of how his Grandfather had given it to him, more out of superstition then tradition. He thought of the future.
'No. Destiny doesn't exist in my opinion. Life is too full of choices.'

Carlos remained at his booth during the whole conversation the others were having. As soon as he entered into the firing range he found an empty booth and placed his gun on the counter, full magazine just below it. He had leaned against the side of his booth and had come to realize just now that he was hidden from view from the rest of the initiates. From the time he arrived to now he was just listening. He heard the small mumbles from the one dubbed 'Lucky' later on as well as the the small conversation that started with name and rank.

Now, however, the conversation took a more philosophical turn. Destiny and mortality, things that everyone had some type of opinion on. Carlos could differentiate the members by their voice, as that he heard each individual voice state their names. But since he was looking at the group the only one he could tell for sure was Initiate Xanth...Fina. In the small break of the conversation Carlos looked at the different booths where most had left their weapons to socialize. Each having their own style of weaponry.

Carlos decided to move from his secluded area and into view of everyone else. His brown hair was completely dry now due to it being fine and had naturally found their place on his head. They each fell down towards the sides with a few strands of his bangs falling onto his forehead. He stood upright and walked with a tall step towards the small congregation of elite killers as he gathered from the conversation.

"What makes you think there is only one destination?" Carlos asked as he approached the group. He stood outside the circle kind of between Fina and Seamus.

Kyle nodded hearing the responses and saw Carlos creeping up and gave a slight nod. He smiled, "I love the human mind. It's ability to decipher a single concept so uniquely is truely remarkable in my eyes. As for me, I believe that one does what he can until his destiny is revealed to him, be it his demise to save others, so be it, although I beleive that death is inevitable and should be considered the final segment of your destiny." He sighed.

He liked philosophy but didn't know a lot about it. He absoluely admired anylazing concepts and debating...during the appropriate times, that is.

Hayden snapped back into the conversation, and slightly embarassed, he apologized to Seamus, who he figured wouldn't have heard him, "My apologies there mate, hell, if anyones too nervous here, it's me, I just get a little batty in some of these situations, y'know? I don't always know who to trust..." He paused, thought about what he'd said, and come to the realization that he'd completely neglected to introduce himself. "By the way, my names Hayden Valmir Samarxhi... It's an Albanian name."

Landry noticed Carlos' sneaking up, and was rather amused at how easily the rest of the lot had been startled, as he was only walking regularly. He visibly chuckled.

Well, first question, I believe that Destiny doesn't show itself until that final moment when you are aout to die. That is when you know you have hit the end of the road, and you are about to finish your destiny. I know it isn't thorough, or coherent, but it makes its own sense. As for the second question, 'why we kill each other' I can only say what truly started the first fighting. Territory. When we started wars back in prehistoric times, we fought for territory. Same with Romans, Greeks, Egyptians, and even modern day wars. So newbie, apparently you heard what we said the whole time, what are your answers?

"Whoever paid the most," Carlos replied shortly. Unlike the rest he wasn't part of any special forces squad or group. He rose to Adjudant Major before the shift in military combat came about and then was basically what they were all now, a mercenary. "I'm a merc," he continued running his hand over his chest as if he were scratching an itch. He was actually just feeling the tags that were hidden under his shirt.

Carlos looked to his other side towards the blonde female, Xanth. "As for your rebuttal. It's a load mierda. If destiny were just a mind set then what effect does it have on anyone. If I realize I'm a better plumber than a soldier while I'm dying what good does that do me or anyone." He lowered his hand from 'scratching' his chest and gestured with his head towards the Seamus. "Like Seamus said before, life has too many choices for there to be 'destiny'."